Foundation. Floors. Residents

At this point of the game something happened that I'd never experienced before: the six people playing all agreed that the game should end prior to the blocks falling based on the fact that it would really be shitty for the person that knocked it down and therefore lost the game. So, the tower remained standing in a busy section of the bar on a table next to the entrance to the bathroom. You've gotta love the camaraderie a game of Jenga, excuse me, Tumbling Towers II brings out in people.


Now the blocks did eventually fall, hard. A certain someone, who shall remain nameless, somehow concluded to herself that an empty beer bottle would in fact have the physical traits necessary to stabilize itself on a stack of haphazardly placed blocks.

After the mess was cleaned up and all of the blocks were found the group again came together and worked towards a greater good. Why build a monument designed and destined to fall? Look towards the future; create and maintain. And so we did.